Day 29 – Dunham Massey to Marston
I’ve just been assaulted by a guy driving a bright pink sports car.
He appeared feeding the ducks. As I passed, he shouted “hey dickhead”, I of course ignored him.
Then he started shouting it more, so I turned around, to see this guy in a woolly jumper and duck food in his hand making kind of squatting motion with his legs, like a football hooligan and shouting obscenities…
I flicked him the finger and drove on.
Next thing you know, he’s pulled up at the next bridge in this bright pink Ferrari or kit car it looked like.
He was walking down and it started again.
I thought he was going to drop something off the bridge on me…. some Unilever dust fell off his shoulder, or there was something on there making him a bit batty.
Anyway, he was saying “stop”, let’s sort this out jump off, “let’s go”.
I said “no”, and told him he was overweight and something else.
Anyways, as I disappeared down the canal, he jumped in his sports vehicle. Revved it up and left. …
